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Death Of An Old Carriage Horse
© George Moses Horton
The order of the day
Was push, the peal of every tongue,
The only word was all the way,
Push along, push along.
Tom Van Arden
© James Whitcomb Riley
When our souls are cramped with youth
Happiness seems far away
In the future, while, in truth,
Poem Read At The Dinner Given To The Author By The Medical Profession Of The City Of New York, April
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Good was the dinner, better was the talk;
Some whispered, devious was the homeward walk;
The story came from some reporting spy,
They lie, those fellows, oh, how they do lie!
Not ours those foot-tracks in the new-fallen snow,
Poets and sages never zigzagged so!
Sonnet XXVII.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
SIGHING I see yon little troop at play,
By sorrow yet untouch'd; unhurt by care;
While free and sportive they enjoy to-day,
'Content and careless of to-morrow's fare!'
Apollo's Edict.
© Mary Barber
No Simile shall be begun
With rising, or with setting Sun;
And let the secret Head of Nile
Be ever banish'd from your Isle.
The Wattle Tree
© Dora Wilcox
Winter is not yet gone - but now
The birds are carolling from the bough.
And the mist has rolled away
Leaving more beautiful the day.
The sun is out - O come with me
To look upon the wattle tree!
On the Prospect of Peace
© Thomas Tickell
To the Lord Privy Seal
Contending kings, and fields of death, too long
"Love I have served, for such length of time"
© Thibaut de Champagne
Now God save me from love, and loving again,
Except love of Her whom we should love here,
Through whom every mans redeemed from sin.
Words On The Window-Pane
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
DID she in summer write it, or in spring,
Or with this wail of autumn at her ears,
Fickle Summer
© Robert Fuller Murray
Fickle Summer's fled away,
Shall we see her face again?
Hearken to the weeping rain,
Never sunbeam greets the day.
The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Scene I.
-An Apartment in the Cenci Palace.
Enter Count Cenci, and Cardinal Camillo.
Experience
© Hugo von Hofmannsthal
The valley of dusk was filled
With a silver-grey fragrance, like the moon
The Swashbuckler
© Madison Julius Cawein
Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;
A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,
Sleep And Poetry
© John Keats
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
Was unto me, but why that I ne might
Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
[As I suppose] had more of hertis ese
Than I, for I n'ad sicknesse nor disese. ~ Chaucer
A Rainy Day in April
© Francis Ledwidge
When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain
Like holy water falls upon the plain,
'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain
And see your harvest born.
La Solitude De St. Amant /La Solitude A Alcidon /
© Katherine Philips
1
O! Solitude, my sweetest choice
Places devoted to the night,
Remote from tumult, and from noise,
False Alarm
© Boris Pasternak
From early morning-nonsense
With tubs and troughs and strain,
With dampness in the evening
And sunsets in the rain.
Hawaiian
© Padraic Colum
SANDALWOOD, you say, and in your thoughts it chimes
With Tyre and Solomon; to me it rhymes
With places bare upon Pacific mountains,
With spaces empty in the minds of men.
When I Behold The Lark
© Bernard de Ventadorn
When I behold the lark upspring
To meet the bright sun joyfully,
